Yesterday, I saw my sister and
brother-in-law again. “How is the
electric fireplace assembly going?” I asked Terry.
“Since today is the Sabbath,” he said,
“I thought I might rest and not work on the project.”
“Probably a wise choice. Just leave it right there at step
five-and-a-half and give your mind a break.
I’m sure the final assembly will gel when you get back at it.”
Terry rubbed at his chin
thoughtfully. “I am a little
concerned about one thing. Part of step
five required me to drill some holes.
I’m worried those will come back to haunt me somewhere around step
fourteen-and-a-half.”
At this point, my sister Deb chimed
in. “Maybe,” she suggested, “you could
try drinking less beer when you work on it again.”
Terry and I exchanged glances of disbelief.
“I don’t know where that came from,” I
told Terry, “but it’s just crazy-talk. You
and I both know beer is a necessary part of building fireplaces.” After a moment of reflection I added: “It is
a little weird that you have to drill holes.
I wonder why they don’t drill all the holes at the factory.”
Terry shrugged. “No idea.
The more I see, the more I think they could hire me to help them write
the assembly instructions.”
I nodded. “You may be onto something. Write them the way you talk. A few swear words here and there might be
helpful as you’re reading along.”
-- Mitchell
Hegman
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